It Takes A Heap O' Livin' In

I'd Like To Be The Sort Of Friend That You Have Been To Me. I'd Like To Be The Help That You've Been Always Glad To Be; I'd Like To Mean As Much To You Each Minute Of The Day, As You Have Meant, Old Friend Of Mine, To Me Along The Way.

Oh, You'll Not Be Any Poorer If You Smile Along Your Way. And Your Lot Will Not Be Harder For The Kindly Things You Say. Don't Imagine You Are Wasting Time For Others That You Spend. You Can Rise To Wealth And Glory And Still Pause To Be A Friend.

Who Does His Task From Day To Day And Meets Whatever Comes His Way, Believing God Has Willed It So, Has Found Real Greatness Here Below. Who Guards His Post, No Matter Where, Believing God Must Need Him There, Although But Lowly Toil It Be, Has Risen To Nobility. For Great And Low There's Just One Test, 'tis That Each Man Shall Do His Best, Who Works With All The Strength He Can, Shall Never Die In Debt To Man.

At Christmas A Man Is At His Finest Towards The Finish Of The Year; He Is Almost What He Should Be When The Christmas Season's Here; Then He's Thinking More Of Others Than He's Thought The Months Before, And The Laughter Of His Children Is A Joy Worth Toiling For. He Is Less A Selfish Creature Than At Any Other Time; When The Christmas Spirit Rules Him He Comes Close To The Sublime.

The Lectures You Deliver May Be Wise And True, But I'd Rather Get My Lessons By Observing What You Do. I May Not Understand The High Advise You Like To Give, But There's No Misunderstanding How You Act And How You Live.